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Containing the Songs as sung by 

The Christy, Campbell, Pierce's Minstrels^ 
and Sable Brothers. 

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Containing the Songs as sung by 

The Christy, Campbell, Piercers Minstrels, 
and Sable Brothers. 


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As sung by Christy's Celebrated Band of Minstreli. 

Oh ! when I were a little nig, I workey in the 

And used to hoe the cotton with the pretty Lucy 

But massa sell Miss Lucy, and he buy Clem 

Kase he know that Clem work harder on the 

old cotton ij^round. 

Oh youn^ Clem Brown, 
Oh young Clem Brown. 
We used to work with him till the sun went 

'Twas dar he saw the nigga gal^ and feel the bo- 
som flame, 
Ho nebber sleep another night, till he hab know 

her name ; 
Oh ! Clem he was de handsome youf, 30 strong 

in every limb, 
And he call'd me lubly funny, kase I lafF and 

talk wid him. 

Oh young Clem Brown, &c. 
One day he say he marry me, but massa cross 

wid he. 
And watch us like de crow do de possum in de 

tree ; 
But berry late one ebenin' onr massa sick and 

I guess he die wid ague fits, that Clem could 

marry I. Oh young Clem Brown, &c. 


We leabe de ole Carlina state, and trabble to de 

But Clem he leabe de bed and board, and den 

he trabble off; 
He leabe no darlin Clems behind to strike de 

heal and toe, 
But leabe the young and blooming wife, to weep 

the bitter wo. 

Oh young Ciena Brown, &c. 

— '-se^^ — 


As Sung by Chiisty's Minstrels. 

Oh what enchanting pleasure on the light bom- 
bastic toe, 

To dance the Polka measure, and thro' the waltz 
to go, 

'Specially wid de Wenus, who does your heart 

What soft things passed between us, at the col- 
ored fancy ball. 

Come you gemmen now be quiet. 

The ball is about to begin. 
If you kick up a noise or a riot, 
• It will cause you a kick on the shin ; 
Take your places, and mind that your heelf* 

Do not cause the fair ladies a fall. 
Or the vengeance of all you will feel, 


At this colored fancy ball ; 
Now the music softly sounds. 

Now dark eyes are glancing, 
Chassez across, and promenade. 

Oh the joys of dancing ! 
Now is the time to whisper soft things. 

Sighs as if you'd expire. 
And swear by that little biack boy dat has wings, 

And say dat your heart am on fire. 

Oh what enchanting, &c. 

Observe that lubly Jenne with a luxriant head 
of wcol, . 

I know more about her than you k;iow. 
Yes more dan by a jug full, 
Look at her toe and heel it, as she balances U 

de crowd, 
And that coloured gent seems to feel it. 
For no gobbler was ever more proud, 
See he offers a glass of ice cream, 

With a new silver spoon stuck in it. 
But no, I surely must dream. 

For by golly its gone in a minnit. 
For she knows that ice cream is no sham. 

Cause she make it herself every day. 
And that colored beau totes it round. 
For I seed him last night in Broadway, 

See dat nigga dare in the blue satin vest, 
With his heels sticken out a feet sir, 
Cutting-such capers, and doing such things, 
That charms every gal that he meets sir. 



Such a nigga as dat has no right at de ball, 

Let us tell him to be off; 
H«i was sent to Sing Sing, and came ort last fall. 

For picking up things on de wharf. 

For now he takes his pleasure on, on the 

light bombastic toe. 
To dance the polka measure, and thro* the 

waltz to go, 
Especially wid de Wenus, who does youp 

heart enthral. 
' What soft things passed between us, at the 

coloured fancy ball. 



As rung by Christy's celebrated Bafidof Minstrels. 

Sheep's meat is too good for colored people, 

Sheep's meat is too good for niggers; 

When I went into the house, no one there ex- 
cept the mouse, 

Sitten by de fire place, dare was a rat eatin 

grease. Banjo Symphony. — Walk in Joe. 

Walk in Joe. 

Walk in Joe, now I'll be your friend John, 

A long way to go, and no money for to spend. 

Black my boots in de kitchen, 

Seventy-five cents to the quarter. 

Black em wid ole Day & Martin, make em shine 
and dat for sartin, ^ 

Massa sue me for de treason, 'kase he couldn't 
dats de reason. 

Banjo Symphony. — Walk in Joe, 
Walk in Joe. 

Walk in Joe, now I'll be your friend John, 

A long way to go, and aint got a red cent. 

De ole gray cat loved de honey, 

De ole gray cat loved de honey, 

He loved de honey mighty well, he eat so much 
he 'gan to swell, 

And in de honey pot he fell, he couldn't get out 
it's strange to tell. 

Banjo symphony, — Walk in Joe, 
Walk in Joe, 

Walk in Joe, now I'll be your friend John, 

A long way to go, and aint got a Picayune. 


As eung by Christy's celebrated Band of Alinstrela. 

Oh de steamboat, 

Oh de steamboat. 

Oh de steamboat makes a mighty splutter. 

And when the biler bursts it lands in de water. 
Rail Road trabble's gettin all de eo, 
*Kase the boss boat and steam boat goes so 
mighty slow 

Oh de boss boat, 

Oh de ho55 boat, 

De boss boat can trabble if the weddur wet or dry 

And noffin can stop you if de old boss die. 

Rail road trabbel, &c. 

Oh de mail coach. 

Oh de mail coach, 

Oh demail coach is good to cure de gout, 

It will rattle off your buttons, and turn you in- 
side out. Rail road, &c. 

Oh de telimagraph. 

Oh de telimagraph, 

De telimagraph's good for to transport the light-* 

Or to git the news from Mexico, when the Yan- 
kees is a fitin. Rail road, &.C. 

Oh de bullgemirim. 

Oh de bullgemirim, 

De bullgine go so fast, dey trabbel out of sight. 

An de only way you get to '^it, is to stop and 
take a bite. Rail road, &c 



As sung by Christy's celebrated Band of Minstrels. 
Ruberii the cinnamon, seed the Billy hop in just 

in time, 
Juba dis, Juba dat, round the kittle possum fat, 
A-hoop a-hoy, a-hoop a- hoy, double step for 

Sandy crab, de macreli, ham and half a pint of 


Want to borrow two or three eggs, a picayune 

a dozen, 
Stir about the hominy hot, the pig is in the 

Neighbor, neighbor, lend me your ax, lend you 

mine to-morrow, 
I keeps de axe to use myself, who'll turn the 


Forty pound of candle grease, sittin on de man- 
tle piece. 

Don't you see ole Granny Grace, she look so 
ugly in face : 

Yankee Doodle come to town, claim Maria for 
his own, 

Git up dar, you little nigger, can*t you pat for 

Up the wall down the 'tition, gib me a knife 

sharp as sickle, 
To cut that nigga's wizen pipe, that eat up all 

the sassengers ; 


Apple jack with venison sauce, sitten by the 

fire place, 
One eye up to the dinner pot, and t'other up the 

stove pipe. 
Make the fire most too hot, fetch along the 

waterin pot, 
Bake the breab, gib me the crust, shock de corn 

gib me de husk, 
Bile de beef, gib me de bone, gib me a kick and 

send me home ; 
Peel de tater, gib me de skin, and daf s de way 

she suck me in. 

Shadruck and Abednigo, don't care whether I 

hit him or no. 
Eighteen pence and peck of corn, milk de cow 

wid de crumple horn ; 
Gib me a quart, gib me some, I'm gettin a 

pitcher full, 
^'r;''*ack, stay back, bucket full John. 




We live on de banks ob de Ohio, 

Tra la la, tra la la, 
Whar de mighty waters do rapidly flow. 
And de steamboat streak it along. 
We live on de bank ob de Ohio, 

Ohio, Ohio, 
We lib on de banks ob de Ohio, 
Ohio, Ohio. 

Droop not darkies as we go, 

Tra la la, tra la la. 
Back to de banks ob de Ohio, 

To raise de 'bacco and corn, &c. 

We live on de banks ob de Ohio, 

^ a very short time we all must go, 

Tra la la, tra la la. 
i'o de sweet land ob de Ohio, 

Whar de niggers and gals do dwell, &c. 

We live on de banks ob de Ohio. 

Old Massa to us darkies am good, 

Tra la la, tra la la. 
For he gibs us our clothes and he gibs us oor 

And we merrily work for him, &c. 
And w« live on de banks ob de Ohio. 



Ole Bull and Tucker met one day, 

Five hundred dollars for to play, 

De women ran an de men too, 

To hear dem fiddle up something new. 
Loud de banjo talked away, 
An beat Ole Bull from de Norway, 
We'll take de shine from Paginini, 
We're de boys from ole Virginny 

Ole Bull he made his elbow quiver, 
He played a shake and den a shiver ; 
But when Dan Tucker touched his string, 
He'd make him shake like a locust's wing. 

Loud de banjo, 3iC 

Now ole Bull he sweat an tug, 
An his eye shine like de lightnin bug. 
Den played till his eye stuck out quite hot. 
Like a dumplin in an ole black pot. 

Loud de banjo, &c. 

Bull put some rosin on his bow. 

An* put a little inside too, 

Dan soaked his wrist wid possum taller. 

An his music made de sky turn yaller. 

Loud de banjo, &c. 

Dey stop awhile to blow an rest, i 

^e people thought that both was best, \ 

\iit when Dan Tucker played dis tune, 
f ou'd thought each eve dar was a full moon. 
Loud de bajo, &c 


De ole Bull drew up his fiddle, 
An squeeze him from de toe to de middle. 
He played " Nigara" rapids an all, 
Till he sweat like dat same waterfall. 

Loud de banjo, &c. 

His music sounded, dat am a fact, 

Like de quick march ob de pus-a-cat-a-ract, 

Some hoisted umbrellas, by Joby, 

An' some folkes shook wid de waterfoby. 

Loud de banjo, &c 

But ole Niagara was no use , 
Dan Tucker up de banjo screws, 
An plays a hurrycane so true, 
Dat up to de air de tress all flew. 

Loud de banjo, &c. 

Ole Bull he vanished from de scene. 
As quick as a nigga's fork an bean. 
Far he ride to Norway home again. 
On de air ob ole Dan's hurrycane. 

Loud de banjo, &e. 



Him went from Rome to Argos, 

A short time ago, 
Piccaninni laugh and say, 
*• Here's Jim Crow ! " 

Turn about wheel about. 

And jump jist so, 
Ebery time him vveel about, 
Dey cry " Jim Crow ! " 

Him went into de Park to walk. 
Where pretty Lady to Winne, 

Ask him for to marry her, 
And give him half a guinea. 

And den a man was passing by, 
So berry proud and large, he 

Look in my face and say*' Jim Crow ** 
Selong unto de clargy ! 

Some call me a good fighting man. 

But dat is no disgrace ; 
All say dat him by fighting got; 

So blackee in de face ! 

Coming through the street at night. 

Him run agin a baker ; 
Him show him card, asked to %ht. 

And call me undertaker. 


Passing by de church yard late, 
Like Guy wid box and matches, 

Dey seize nay coat, and cry aloud, 
*' Here is him body snatches !** 

Anoder man advance a step, 
Him tought him very cibil. 

Look in him face and say, *'Ah ah ! 
Dis ma?sa is de debiL" 

When at half price to de play. 
Where dey mistake my fellow, 

Dey say him smoder his poor wife. 
And call me black Otello. 

But now him be emancipate. 

Him feel how high him station, 

Him get into de parliament, 
And represent de nation. 

Him go just now where many go, 
Where plenty of good lush is. 

For if dey look into him face, 
Dey cannot see him blushes. 

Now all will own dis truth not found, 

In comedy or farce is ; 
A face of copper's better far, 

At any time, than brass is. 



When de Nigger's done at night washing up de 

Den he sally out to pjo and see Miss Dinah, 
Wid hiB Sunday go-to-meetings segar in his 

mouth a 
He care for no white folk, neder should he ought 

His missy say to him, I tell you what, Ji\n, 
Tink you gwan now to cut and come agin. 

He walk to de Park, an'he hear such mitv music, 
A white man he did say enuff to make a dog sick. 


He turn round to see who make de observation 
An de sassy whites laugh like de very nation, 
Jim was in de fashion, so he got into a passion. 
'Cause de damn white trach was at hin a Iafl5n. 
Jim cut ahead an tink he never mind'em, 
White folks got de manners — he tink de couldn't 

find 'em 
He walk a little furder an tink he die a laffin^ 
To see his Dinah walkin'wid Massa Arfy 

Ole Bobolition Glory, he live an'die in story* 
De black man's friend, widde black man's houra* 

He gawn to de Bowery to see Rice actin, 

He tink he act de brack man much better dan 

de white 'un, 
Only listen now, a nigga in a opera, 
Rice wid a ball an'brush tink much properer, 
He cut de pigeon wing, an' bring he do de 

handsome ting. 
Wheel about and turn about, an' bring de money 

De little house now, what is called de Olympic, 
"*Vha massa Geo, Holland makes de people grin, 
Ching a ring, Pompey Smash, an, ride upon a 

rail, sir, 
De little house coin de cash, while de big one all 

But I don,t like de house; I wish it was bigger, 
'Cause dey neber, hab room to let in de nigga. 


I wind it up now, I tink you say 'tis time, sir, 
You got no reason, but you got plenty ob rhyme, 

Pse gwan to go away, but first I leave behind me. 
What ebery brack man wish, in dis happy land 

ob liberty ; 
Here's success to Rice, to Dixon, and to Lester, 
May dey neber want a friend, nor a hoe-cake to 

bake, sir. 
Spoken. — Rice, Dixon, an' Lester, de proud 
supporters ob be brack drama, may dey neber, 
want de encouragement de greatness ob de sub- 
ject demands 

An Original Song, now first publiehed. 
Down in old Car'lina, 
Oh, I lubs Car'lina ! 
For 'neath her shunny skies 
My Molly dear was born ; 
And dar I fus beheld her 

Dancing on de lawn. 
As sprightly and as graceful 
As a lubly little fawn, 

Down in ole Car'lina. 

Downe in ole Car'lina ! 

Oh, I lubs Car'lina ! 
For dar's de same green wood 

W ^f and 

At de dosing ob de day '^ 


Togodder used to hie, 
And talk wid one another 
Till de stars smile in de sky, 

Down in ole Car'lina. 

Down in ole Car'lina, 

Oh, I lubs Car'lina ! 
For dar's de ole log cabin 

Whar she sung so sweet to me — 
And dar's de stringles banjo 

Dat she played so charmingly — 
And her voice was soft and tuneful 

As de bluebird's in de tree. 

Down in old Carolina, 

Down in ole Car'lina, 

Oh, I lubs Car'lina ! 
For dar's de quiet spot 

Whar I laid my Molly dear ; 
'Twas in de early spring-time , 

De fairest of de year, 
When de lubly birds and flowers 

Had just began to appear. 

Down in ole Car'lina. 

Down in ole Car'lina, 

Oh, I lubs Car'lina! 
For eb'ry day I goes 

Her grassy grave to see ; 
And I lubs to sit and 'member 

How kind she used to be — 
And I weeps when I thinks 

She cun ne'er return to me, 

Down in ole Car'liDt; 


Down in ole Car'lina, 

Oh, lubs Car'lina ! 
For dar ole massa libs ; 

God bless his old white head ! 
For he berry kind to Molly 

When she sick upon de bed 
And he weep and say he sorry 

When I told him she was dead. 

Down in ole Car'lina. 

Down in ole Car'lina, 

Oh, I lubs Car'lina ! 
And dar I'll ebber lib — 

And dar I hopes to die — 
And dar beside my Molly dear 

In rest I longs to lie — 
For dis poor ole heart was broken 

When dey bore her from my eye — 

Down in ole Car'lina. 



As Bung and written by old Jim Carter. 

Ole hare what you doing dar. 
Setting in de corner smoking pipe. 

Full dried cut tobaco. 
Ole hare what you doing dar. 
Setting in de corner eating faty bread, 

Wid crackline in it. 

I put my dog on de hare track. 
Run little ways turn round back, 

He fool de nigger dat time. 
Dolly eat ob wood chuck eat it in a minite. 
Eat it so divlish quick, I had no time to skin it, 

I hadent time to talie de hair off. 

De ole hare run into de log, 

Lay still says coon I think I hear de dog, 

He can't catch m.e I know. 
I give my dog a leff bone, 
I hit him on de back he run rite home, 

I could hunt no more that day. 



My lub in old Vergina libed, 

A handsome yellow gal ; 
Of all the beauties she possessed, 

Forget 'em I neber shall. 
Wid cole black eyes and shiney hair, 

All round her neck did steal ; 
She was de pride of dis nigger's care, 
My charming Sussa Teill. 

Wid cole black eyes, and shiney hair, 

Around her neck would steal ; 
Wich early learn't dis heart to lub, 
My pretty Sussa Teill. 

When ebery day to church I go, 

Wid Sussa by my side ; 
And when I sing, I sing so sweet, 

Miss Sussa opens her eyes. 
Wid cole black eyes and shiney hair. 

All round her neck did steal ; 
She was de pride of dis nigger's care 
My charming Sussa Teill. 

Wid cole black eyes and shiney hair. 

Around her neck would steal ; 
Wich early learn't dis heart to lub. 
My pretty Sussa Teill. 

I axed Sussa wedder she lubed me, 

She hugged and kissed, said she lub me to 
But I soon found it was all a sham, 


For she had another [beau] bo. 
Wid cole black eyes and shiney hair, 

Around her neck did steal ; 
She was de pride of dis nigger's care. 

My charming Sussa Teill. 
Wid cole black eyes and shiney hair. 

Around her neck would steal ; 
Wich early learn't dis heart to lub. 

My pretty Sussa Teill. 


Afore I got married how jolly was I, 

I had nuffin to do but to work, 
But now Tm spliced I could set down an cry, 
^For she uses me worse den a Turk. 
She makes me wash dishes an hang out de 

An den 1 mus sweep out de room, 
An if I but grumbles she flattens my nose. 

Or else breaks my head wid de broom. 
Oh, dear, what a terrible life. 
Does a poor darky lead what's got a bad wife. 

Toder day she went out, an she brought in somft 
An told me to fry it quite brown, 
I was gwoin to say no, when she fotch'd me a 


I sta°fger'd, den reel'd an fell down. 
In my fall I upset somefin under de bed ; 

De noise made our little child cry, 
Den de monster she pull'd all de wool off my 

Kick'd my — an she den black'd my eye. 

Oh, dear &c. 

Sometimes widout wittles she sends me to bed. 

An if I don't keep de child quiet, 
De poker am sure to be thrown at my head. 

An she kicks up de debit's own riot. 
I would't mind dat, but she stays out at night, 

I'm afraid though to say it to she, 
But I'll jus ax you all, pray, do you tink it right, 

For Pm sure our las child an't like me. 

Oh, dear, &c. 

Now, I hope you won't tell her wat I've told to - 
Or she'll scratch all de skin of my face. 
For I know dat she'll wallop me well if you do, 

So pity dis poor nigger's case. 
An now I mus go, for if de child cries, 

It would frighten me out of my breath ; 
For if dat she hears it, she'll tear out my eyai> 
Or perhaps she may choke me co death. 
Oh, dear pray pity de life 
A poor nigger leads dat has a bad wife. 



Twas Sambo Sip the barrow man. 

War bound along the street 
And long and loud de fish he call, 

To eb'ry one he meet — 
And eb'ry one dat hear de noise 

Stare at he as him pass 
Because he hab de loudest voice 

Dat bawls out — Oh ! Sea Bass ! 

Oh ! Shad and Flouders too he cry 

An many oder fish. 
And swear dey be as fresh and good 

As eber vv^ent on dish. 
He troll'd he barrow near de curb. 

And neber went too fast, 
For fear he loose he customer — 

He ball out — Oh ! Sea Bass. 

An eb'ry one dat hear he voice, 

Tink he fish must be good. 
He customer at least tink so. 

Because de'ball so loud. 
And when a Catholick he spy, 

Dat lub to go to Mass, 
On Friday as he pass him by. 

He bawls out— Oh ! Sea Bass. 

Success attend old- Sambo's bones, 
Whereber he do roam. 

And may he neber want a friend, 

Abroad nor yet at home, 
And when he die, if such a ting 

Should eber come to pass, 
We'll neber such a noder get; ^ 

To cry out— Oh ! Sea Bass \ 



Pm gwan, I gwan to see me lubly Dina, 
Down among de swaps in old Carolina ; 
Happy den we'll be in lub I say. 
Courting till de broke ob de day, 

Tra, la, la, a, la, a, la, la, a, a, la, a, la, a, la. 

Ny skiff is by de shore dere, don't you see ? 
And as we paddle on, our song shall be — 
My dearest Dina, I lub but de. 
Come, 0, Dina come de time don't waste. 
Come, Dina, come — make haste ; 
Hop into de boat and gwan wid me 
Unto de Nordren Country. 

Tra, la, la, &c 
Now, O ! now we lib in peace and pleasure* 
Braking of de boots I money makes, 
I in Dina found a precious treasure. 
She can hurry up de cakes. 

Tra, la, la, &e« 


Sung by ** See me now" 

Dar^s my gal her charms revealin 

Softly o'er me, lub am stealin' 

How I treasure up her glances, 

As how she now so gaily dances 

Do not go away my lady lub, 
Oh, do not go way my lady lub, 
Oh, do not, go way, my lady lub, 
But hark to de banjo from above. 

One smile from thee, my treasure, 
Put me den in a quart pot measure, 
Cork me tight, but kiss me fust. 
Do it lub, soon, or else I'l bust. 

Do not go away &c^ 

Talk about Blangy Taliogna, 

Dis chap beats de grand piana, 
; Augustus, wid his steps so light, 
\ Puts dem aP c!ar out ob sight. 

Do not go away, &c. 

Oh, I wish I was a little fly, 
i I'd sip the moisture from her eye, 
' Pd git right down upon my knees. 

An' mind I tell you, how I'd squeeze. 

Do not go away, <kc, 

9t5 1»OPULAll SOl^^GS. 

As sung by CamphelVa MinstrvJs. 

IVe been throii2;h Carolina, 

I've been to Tennisse, 
Tve trabelled Mississippi, 

For Massa set me free. 
I've kissed the lovely Creole, 

On Louisiana shore. 
But I never found a gal to match 

De blooming Belle of Baltimore. 

Chorus. — Oh, Boys, Belle's a beauty. 

Eyes so bright and cheeks so sooty, 

ISo gal I ever seen before, 

So, sweet as Belle of Baltimore. 

My Belle is tall and slender, 

And sings so very clear, 
You'd think she was an owlingale, 

If or ce her voice you'd hear. 
I walked down to her cabbin. 

And I rapped agin de door ; 
I went to gib my dagartype. 

To my sweet Belle of Baltimore. 

Uh, boys, Belle's a beauty &.C. 

I found her by the riber, 

My errant I did tell, 
Ses she, yon gay deceiber, 

Your tricks I know too well, 



I seen you kiss another gal, 

The werry ni^ht before — 
Wid dat she turned upon her heel, 

And off went Belle of Baltimore. 

Oh, boys. Belle's a beauty, ^Scc, 

I wrote my lub a 1-etter, 

And scented it so sweet, 
De musk, de clobes, de peppermint. 

Stuck out about a feet 
But all my trouble was no use, 

I neber see her more — 
For I squashed de tender 'fections, ob 

My blooming Belle of Baltimore. 

Oh, boys. Belle's a beauty, &C. 


As sung by Campbell's Minstrels, " 
Way down in Alabama, 

Not very long ago, 
I knew a yaller charmer, 

And her name was Emma Snow ; 
Her eyes was bright as diamonds. 
And her teeth was perly white, 
Dey glistened in de darkness, 

As the stars do in the night. 
Chorus. — But that happy time is over, 
I've only grief and pain ; 
For I shall never, never see 
My Emma dear again. 
We used to go out early 
To hoe de sugar cane, 
The time did pass so cherily. 

When Emma Snow was seen ; 
She trabled wid us daily, 

And oft would tell her name ; 

And we danced and sung so gaily 

To the Banjo's sweetest strain. 

But that happy time is over, &€ 
Now that happy time hath sorrow, 

The day is turned to night ; 
I lost my dearest Emma, 

By the poison adder's bite. 
We miss'd her in the evening, 

And we hunted far and wide. 
And we found her in the meadows, 
Whar she sicken'd and she died. 

But that happy time is over, &C. 




As originally sung by the Sable Brothers 
Oh, come my boys, attention give, an a song Til 

sing to you. 
Although the story may be old, the song you'll 

say is new ; 
Its about de Revolution days, which de world 
did all admire. 

When in de hearts ob patriots brave, glowed 
patriotic fire. 

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire. 
Chorus. — Then, hurrah for de days ob old, 
Then, hurrah for de days ob old. 
When ebery man and woman too. 
Was a hero, I've been told. 

Dar was a man among de rest, and Washington 

was his name. 
An all de folks said he was de best, he had such 

a mighty fame ; 
H« neber feared to face de ^oe^, but when oder 

men would lire. 
He wid his Continentallers, would meet de red 

coats' fire. 

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire. 

Chorus — An a running dey would go. 
An a running dey would go. 
For dey thought dey'd got a little dose 
Ob de fire down below. 


Dars a place "Down East," called Bunker Hill, 

whar de monunicMit does stand. 
Its de spot whar Massa Warren fell, a fighting 

for his land ;. 
De Yankees were told to aave dar shot, till de 

enemy should get nigher. 
An when dey saw de white ob dnr eye, dey got 

de word to fire. 

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire^, fire. 

Chorus. — But dey could not beat de foe, 
But dey could not beat de foe, 
An many a gallant heart dat day, 
Was in de dust Lid low. 

But dar was an udder little hill, what dey cali 

de Dorchester Heights, 
Whar dey built a fort, and cannon sot, all in a 

single niiiht ; 
When de British General saw de game, he 

thought ho should suspire, 
So he sent an invitation lor de Yankees to stop 

dar fire. 

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire. 

Chorus. — But 'twas no use a talking so, 
It was no use a talking so, 
FordeYankeeshad fought a patent way 
To make de red coats go. 


As sung by the Sable Brothers. 
Oh ! brudder?, tell iiie whar she's gone. 

My Fanny dear, niy Fanny dear, 
And why she's left me all alone — 
To weep de bitter, bitter tear. 


Oh ! cheer up, cheer up, and nebber mind your 

For she has gone ofT to de Norf with anuder 

Den hoe away, hoe away, hoc away de corn, 
For tho' it may be darii at night, 'tis brighter 

in de morn ! 

Oh ! brudders, can de day be bright. 
When Fanny, iubly Fan's away, 

To me the day am only night, 
I cannot work, I cannot play. 

Oh ! cheer up, &c. 

Oh, could I sec my Fan once more, 
And kiss dose Iubly lips again, 

Fd tell her how she grieved rnc sore. 
And broke my heart wid woe and pain ! 
Oh ! cheer up, &c. 

Ah ! do not mock me, brudders dear, 
Wid all your merry laff and glee : 

But let me weep do bitter tear. 
For life's no bit ob use to me. 

Oh I cheer up, &c» 


o», -I'm gwjlx i>6wv ds bxb»kb." 

An I walked out one •summers day, 

I took my g:ua to shoot some game, 
I met a gal upon de way, 

And Sally Weaver was her name. 
Her eyes dey glanced so bright and clear, 

De lightning* bugs dey couldn't shine, 
I went and whispered in her ear, 

**My lubly g^, will you be mine ?" 


Oh ! Pm gwan down de ribber, 

My skiff is by de shore, 
Oh, den farewell, poor Sally Wearer 

ril nebbex see you more ' 

I went down to her massa's place. 

To ax him could she be my wife, 
Bnt fust he slap me in de face. 

And den he say he took my life. 
So Sal and me, we laid a plot, 

To leave de diggins mighty soon. 
We went and took an ole flat-boat. 

And started by de light de moon ! 

* Oh ! I'm gwan down, ^c. &c. 

De boat it leaked, and Sal shp cried, 

For lear she to de bottom go ; 
She hugged up closely to my side. 


And wanted to be put asho ? 
De boat went down, and Sally too — 

De gal she swum jest like a stone — 
I reached de bank in grief and" woe. 

For Sally she was dead ar>d gone ! 

Oh t Fm gwan dowDf &c. 


In de darkey's life you may read, 
De life dat niggers like to lead — 

Through the wild field we rove. 
Be it moonshine or clear, 

For de coon hunt we love. 
An' de beasts we don't fear ; 
Sometimes in de holler, or in do wood, 

All around we creep an' stare 
An' if he's not home, wait till he cum ; 

We'll find him out somewhar. 

*Tisthe white hunter's plan. 

To track out all game, 
Dan ketch all he can, 
An' we do the same ; 
f We'll foUer up and foller down. 

My An' each nig creep an' stare, 

An' if he's not home, wait till he cum. 
We'll find him out somewhar. 



A parody on " The Grave Digger." Written by P. F 
• Stout Ksq., and sung by Mr. Geo KunkeL 

I shobels dem out — I shobels dem in, 

When de moon beams bright, mid de clouds 80 

Delivers dem nice in dar homes you see, 
Fondly lub's to come to a king like me, 
I shobels dem out ob dar lonely bed. 
An laugh as I play wid de silent dead. 
When de tempest howls I shobel dem in. 
An I lubs to list, for I'm a happy king. 

J)e world is my plaything, I hab no homo 
Mong dese piles ob my own I lub to roam> 
How^ sweet am de tones ob de ole spades clink. 
As I mark all around de grabes soft brink; 
De moder I tops from sofa bed dar. 
To put in her stead her daughter fair. 
An mid de ole curfew* sad, cheerless ting, 
I feel I'm a king — a happy king. 

When de farder stands by his daughters grave. 
When de moder looks down dat yawnin cave, 
Wken de broder an sister weep around I 

Dis heart will leap at de welcome sound ; I 

In de spring in de summer, in de winters cold,' 
I shobels dem in, both young and old, 
From my furrow'd brow my sweat I fling, 
Fm a king, a king, a happy king. 


As written and sung by £. P. Christy. 

When I liv'd 'way down in ole Virginny, 
I bought a colored gal for a guinea ; 
By de rollin' ob her eye, if you chance to 
pass her by. 
It would cause your heart to palpitate — gib up 
de ghost—- an* die ! 

Den I warn all you darkies not to lab her ; 
If you do, she will cause you to blu-bber ! 
So git out ob de way, an* remember what I 

say — 
Ise gwan to marry her myself some rery fine 
day ! 

But now she's gwan for to leave rae ! 
If she does, she will cruelly deceibe me! 
But to win her I will try, by de winkin' ob de 

If she don't consent to marry, I will go away an' 
cry ! 
But I know dat she will not deceibe me. 
An' she is not a goin' for to leabe me ; 
So to hab a little fun, for de banjo I will run, 
An' ril play dat merry tune— •< Jenny, get your 
hoe cake donel" 

Den I warn all you darkies, &o. 


One night when de moon wharbeamin', 
I lay fast nsleep a dreamin' 
Dat de sun was shinin' bright in de middle ob de 

An* de darkies had collected for to hab a little 
When 1 'woke, 0, de banjo was soundin ! 
De bones thro' de air was a boundin'! 
But how pleasant it did seem! I was married— 

in a dream — 
In de floatin' scow Virginia, on de Mississippi 
stream ! 

Den I warn all you darkies, &c. 


Written and sung by Mr. E. Deaves, of the far famed 
band of Virginia Serenaders. 

De gimson wx'eds all blooming fair 

Dar fragrance round did fling. 
As Ginger lay at close ob day. 
And picked his banjo string, 
Clearly through dat field ob corn, 

De supper horn did sound, 
And de possom sweet he longed to meet, 
Was sittin on de ground 
For his work was done and his fun begun. 

And his banjo loud was sounding. 
And music fair floats in de air. 
And loud de tambo pounding. 


At de berry first snap of his banjo string, 
Through de cotton field came bounding 
His Rosa neat wid eyes so sweet, 

For she heard his banjo sounding. 
By his side she sat on de cypress log, 

And listened to his tale ob love. 
For her Ginger dear she loved to hear. 
For she was gentle as de dove. 

For his work was done and his play begun. 

And his banjo loud was sounding, 
And music fair floats in de air. 
And loud the tambo pounding. 

Ah ! Rose, he cried as his banjo rung. 
My heart wid love for you is busting. 
If you will say yes, you will me bless. 

We'll happy live, each other trusting. 
Den Rose she raised her coal black eye. 

And said, dear Ginger you may take me, 
For as sure as dar's angels in de eky, 
I'm sure dat you will not forsake me. 
For his work was done and his fun begun* 

And his banjo loud was sounding. 
And music fair floats m de air. 
And loud de tambo pounding. 



Sung by Lize and Jerniy ih the Glance at Fhihdaf 

Here we are as you diskiver, 

All de way from Ole Tar river, 

Here we come as you must know, 

All ready for to play on de old banjo. 

Den, oh lord gala, gib us a chaw tobacco. 
Oh lord e:als fotch along de whiskey, 
Skiddy iddy iddy iddy di di di do. 
My head swims when 1 get a little tipsy. 

Father Miller goes out preachin. 
About de world a comin to pieces, 
Ben if yon want to do what's right. 
Just go and join de Millerite. 

Den, oh lord gals, he. 

Forty horses in de stable. 

Pretty gals in de wild goose natioo, 

My wife's dead an I'm a sinner, 

Go down to Johnny's an get my dinner. 

Den, oh lord gals, &c* 

Uncle Vete and Aunty Jess, 

De^ went to buy a cider pres^, 

De hoops flew off an de hog?»heBd btrst, 

And dey boffwent up in a thund2r gust. 

Den, oh lord j^als, &e. 


De higher up de monkey goes, 

De furder he gets he shows his toes, 

He peel de apple an eat de skin, 

He break my head and crack my shin. 

Den, oh lord gals, &c. 

I went to a ball an danced all nigh y, 
Early in de morning dey put out the light. 
One gal said dat her shoes was tore, 
Dancing on de sandy floor. 

Den, oh lord gals, &c. 


A Parody on the " Bowld Sojer Boy" written ana stiBJ 
by Mr. E. Deaves, ol the celebrated Band of Virginia 

Oh dar's not a beast dat*s cunning, 

Worth punning, 

Or running, 

Like a coon dat hates de gunning 

Ob de poor nigga boy. 
Wedder up or down he go 
Sure he know he's his foe, 
He hates de heel or toe 

Ob de poor niggar boy. 
Dare's not a woods he goes through, 
Or ever pokes his nose through, 
De coon he sees I spose (hrough 

De branches! as he awing. 



While up de tree, 
Be coon you see, 
He look so shy 
Out ob iiis eye, 

Oh, is'nt he afraid ob de poor nigga boy. 
And when he git him out, 
How he pout 
Wid him snout, 
He weigh 10 pound about 

Says de poor nigga boy. 
Oh he cotch him by de tail, 
On a rail, 
For a scale, 
Oh don't you give leg bail, 

Says de poor nigga boy* 
•For I'll take you on my shoulder. 
Before you get much older, 
And Dina will tink me bolder 

Dan any ob de boys. 
Jist like a cat. 
You'd like a spat, 
I'm up to that, 
Pm ^lad you're fat, 
You'll soon be in de pot. 

Says de poor nigga boy. 



'Jingle, jingle, clar de way, 
'Tis the merry, merry, sleigh. 
Joyfully we slide along, 
Only listen to our song, 
See de ole boss shake de bells, 
See bow he snorts, see bow be swells. 
See de smoke, see bow it goes, 
Jist like abulljine from bis nose. 

J,- r Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, clar 
C J , de way, 

^ I 'Tis de merry, merry, merry, merry merry. 
O L sleigb. {Repeat.) 

f Shall we go a sleigbing,a sleigbing,a sleigh- 
De light boss shall pull us o'er de salt 

On good whiskey punch, cakes and sausage 

^ Oh den we will slide fro de snow slick and 
§ -l well. 

De trees ob de forrest, sleigh runners shall 

lend us. 
An old oaken bark, or an old bark shell, 
Wid coon skins to warm us and bells to 

attend us. 
Oh den we will slide fro de show slick and 

Shall we &c 


'Jingle, jingle, how she whirls. 
Ram-jam full ob laughing girls, 
De ole whip cracks, de boys all funny, 
" Hurry up dat peach and honey." 
To de barn floor den we go. 
Dare brake down all in a row, 
Till daylight we'll dance and sing 
Oh den you hear de sleigh bells ring, 

Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, &c. 


Underr de shade ob de old gum tree, 

We happy, happy, niggas rove. 
We envy not those darkies free, 
Our toil and labour's o'er. 

Sitting beneath the moon's soft light. 
Or in de thick and luscious shade. 
Telling-some tale wid fond delight, 
Ob a hansome Guinea maid. 
Under de shade ob de old gum tree. 

Now when de toil ob day am done, 
We tink ob hearts dat am akein, 
But our griefs will always change to fun 
When we see de hoe cake bakin, 
De possom on de fire roast. 
And fan de gumbo fixin. 
Ah! she's de darlin ob my heart, 
De pride ob massa*s kitchen. 

Under de shade ob de old gum tree* 


Good news, Steben-^good news ! 
Good news, Steben— -good news ! 
What is em ! * 

Why, massa bought a new wagon- 
Pom pey was de driver — 
An' he run agin a gate-post, 
An' smash 'em all to nofen ! 

O Lord, ladies ! don't you mind Steben ! 
Steben am so deceibin', dat his daddy won't be» 
lieb him ! 

Come back, Steben-«»-Come back ! 
Come back, Steben — come back I 

I'm a com 

Oh, come back, Steben ! for you am de berrv 
man what stole massa's blue Coat! 
Now fotch back de money ! 

O Lord, ladies, &c. 

Get out ob dat, you bones ! — get out ob dat ! 
Get out ob dat, you bones ! — get out ob dat ! 
Oh, get outob dat, you bones!— you am d6 berry 
man what stole massa's sheep-head, 
For to mak'e dem dar bones out ob ! 

Lord, ladies, &c. 

* To be sung in imitation of the mew of a cow, by 
dosing tire mouih on the middle note, and ibrciag lh« 
other against the roof of the moutli. 

il4 VCVVhA.'R. SQ.VGS. 


Words hy Charles White, and simg by his Band of 

Minstrels, at the Melodeon, 

Oh, darkies now I'm gwine to sing, 

De truth to you I'll tell, 
Ob happy days dat I hab seen, 

Wid my dear INancy Bell. 
0,'I wish dat I was back again, 

Way down in Tennisee, 
Wid my dear Nancy by my side^ 

Beneath de old pine tree. 

Chorus, 'Tis many a night since first we met, 
Beneath dat ole pine tree, 
. An dar we told our tales ob lub, 
How happy we would be. 

My lub has left me long ago, 

Whar she is, no one can tell. 
An I am nearly crazy now, 
For my dear Nancy Bell ; 
But I dreamt last nights When all was still 

Dat she'd come back to me, 
An I would yet see happy days, 
, Beneath de old pine tree. 

'Tis many a night, &c, 

i quite forgot I war so old, 

It seems to me a dream, 
Dat three score years hab past an gone, 

Since I was seventeen. 


But everything is right at last, 

An Nancy's true to me, 
An when we die, oh let us rest. 

Beneath de old pine tree. 

'Tis many a night, &c. 


Oh, Pompey, dear! Pompey, open your eyes! 
Oh, Fanny, dear ! Fanny, open your eyes ! 
Oh, see der sight ! I feels it bite ! Oh ! 
O dear, dis is a drefFul night, 

For 'skeeter** and flies 

Beautiful niggers, away ! away ! 
Crows go to sleep when night comes on. 

Der *skeeters do bite, de longer we stay I 
We'll take ourselves off' tillde critters are gone! 
Der.'skeiters do bite, de longer we stay ! 
Fal la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, 
Fal la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lau 

116 POP'CLAn SONT.^.. 


Words by Charles Wiiite. and sung by his company of 

Ethiopian Minstrels, at the Melodian Concert- Room. 

New York. 

Now, darkies, sing and play, and make a little 

fun : 
We'll dance upon de green, and beat de Congo 

drum ; 
We're a happy set ob darkies, and we're 

'sembled here to play, 
So strike de bones and tamborine, and drive 

dull care away 

Some massas love dar darkies well, and gib*ein 

what dey want — 
Except it is dar freedom — and dat I know dey 

won't ; 
Howeber, we am happy, and contented whar 

we am, 
As a serenading party, and a scientific band. 

Car's Sam, and Joe, and Uncle Ben, likewise 

my sister Sally, 
Wheneber fun is in the wind, de niggers dey 

can rally ; 
And if dancing* is de order> or any other sport, 
Dese nig:gers am No 1— and it aint no use to 


POPULAR saiVGJ.\ in 

Old massa feeds us berry well, and make us 

work all day ; 
But after sun is set at night, he lets us hab our 

He often comes to see our sports — a fine segar 

he quaffs — 
jCase de merriment ob niggers often makes him 


Now its growin' late-^de moon is down — and 
we'll be gettin home ; 

So put up de music, boys, and onward let us 

We'll say ** Farewell " to ebery friend, and 
strive wid all our might. 

To 'semble here on dis same spot again to- 
morrow night. 


Massa laugh, wid a Ha,, ha, ha! 

Missus laugh, wid a He, he, he! 

Ned open his mouth, wid a Yah, yah, yah! 

Den we'll all make a laugh wid a Ha, ha Ka! 



Afl Bung by \Vhite'fl band of Mmstrelfl. 

I'm setting on de rail, Dinah, 

Whar we sat side by side, 
^Way down in ole Virginny, lub 

When fust you war my bride, 
De corn was springing berry fast, 

And de coon be pranced around ; 
Oh den what happy days we pass'd 

On ole Virginny's ground ! 

I'm setting on de rail, Dinah, 
Whar we sat side by side, 

'Way down in ole Virginny lub. 
When fust you whar my bride* 

How oft Ibe sat beneaf de trees, 

Wid Dinah by my side. 
To watch de little 'coon at play — 

It whar my only pride ! 
De banjo, too, for her I'd play. 

While she would dance around ; 
An' dem eyes dey shine as bright as day. 

On ole Virginny's ground. 

I'm setting on d-e rail, Dinah, &c. 


But. alas ! my Dinah now is dead, 

(De pride ob ole Virsrinny !) 
No Oder gal like her I'll find — 

I know dar is not any. 
ni set beneaf de shady trees, 

And make de banjo sound ; 
And dar I'll watch my Dinah^s grave, 

On ole Virginny's ground, 

I'm setting on de rail, Dinah, <fec. 


Composed and sxmg by CharTes White, the famoi^S 
Ethiopian Delineator. 

At early dawn de niggers wakes. 

Puts on his ole attire, 
An thro' de fields his way he takes, 

To labor for no hire. 
Chorus y ^ All natur smilea to see him grin 
and > While hoeing ob de corn; 
repeat, j Its only when he h^^ars de sound, 
Ob dat ole dinner horn, 
De dinner horn, de dinner horn, dinner horn. 

At noon, when uo dark clouds obscure 

De sun dat shines so hot, 
De nigger den leans on his hoe, 

An cuss his tiresome lot. 

120 l>0?>tJLAR SONGS. 

He tinkob frens he luff behind. 
When from dem he was torn ; 

But pshaw — he soon forgets dem, 

Wnen he hears de dinner horn. 

De dinner horn, &c. 

When ebening shades are coming on, 

De sun sinks xlown de west ; 
De nigger's toil will soon be done. 

An den he'll hab some rest, 

'Tis den he hears dem witchin' notef 
Dat on de breeze is borne, 

From de ole oberseer's throat 
Fro' dat ole dinner horn. 

De dinner horn, &c. 


As BtuQg by White's, Christy 'a, and New-Orletu 

Oh, come to my darkey home, 

Oh, come along wid me ! 
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya! 

Oh, come along wid me, 
For I'm a going to marry ; 
I will no longer tarry ! 

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya ! 
Oh, r m a going to marry ! 


Oh, come to my darky hom€> 
Oh, come along wid me 1 

Ya. ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya> ya \ 
Oh, come along wid me^ 

Ya, ya ! 
Oh, come along wid nre \ 

My Sally she is handsome- 
She's berry dear to me! 

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, yal 
She*8 berry dear to me ! 

Her bref is sweet as honey. 

Her smile is bright and sunny, 
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya> ya, 

Her bref is sweet as honey^ 

Oh, come to my darkey home, &c. 

And when we're join'd togedder>, 

We'll make de cabin ring ! 
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. 

We'll mak« de cabin ring! 
Den sleep and labor 8Corning> 
We won't go home 'till morning 

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, 
We won't go home 'till morning ! 

Den come to my darkey home, &c. 



Composed and exmg by Mr. £dwin Deavefi oftbo 
Original Virginia Serenaders. 

Air. — The dee^ Blue Sea 

Solo. — See, darkies see, 'tis de old Grey Coon, 

Chorus. — Dar he comes creeping, from de 

corn-field leaping, 

Solo. — De dogs from de house will follow soon. 

Chorus. — Now boys readily de coon flies 


I Now niggas away while de coon we see 
We'll hunt him to dat old gum tree, ^ 
How happy are we, dai'kies so free. 
Chasing de coon to de old gum tree. 
Chorus, — How happy are we darkies so &c. 

Solo. — Climb Sambo, climb dat old gum tree ! 
Chorus. — Dont stand sleeping, de coon am 
Solo. — OfFwid your jacket and dar you'l see. 
Chorus. — Now boys lightly, de dogs keep 

r Dar goes Sam he am to de nest, 
I De critter beam got dat de niggars lore 
Solo* < best, 

How happy are we, darkies so free, 

[chasing de coon to de old gum tree. 

Chorus, — How happy are we niggars so &c. 


Solo. — Now let's away for de day has dawned. 
. Chorus. — Softly boys creeping de overseer's 
sleeping ! 
Solo, — De coon am de beast, dat de niggars am 
Chorus. — We hunt him nightly, while de 
moon shines brightly 
f Now darkies away forde coon now stoop, 
Solo. J Bekase he makes such first rate soup. 
1 How happy are we darkies so free, 
(^Chasing de coon to de old gum tree. 
Chorus. — How happy are we niggars so &c 

As sung by H. Neil in White's Bsnd of Serenaden. 
I'll sing you now dis good old song 

And then I'll sing another. 
Old massa's gwine dis arternoon, 

To call upon his brodder ; 
Den wait a little while, my boys. 

Till he gi^s out ob sight. 
We'll drop de shovel and de hoe. 
Spoken : What for ? 

To have a little dance to-night. 

Chorus: We'll have a little dance to-night boy«, 
To>ni2:ht, boys, to-night, boys, 
We'll have a little dance to-night boys. 
An dance by de light ob de moon. 


I like de cambric handkerchief, 

I like de beaver hat ; 
Oh, hand me down my high heel boots. 

Likewise my silk cravat. 
I>e niggers dey am grinning. 

An dar teeth looks very white, 
We'll go across de mountain, boys. 
Spoken : What for ? 

To have a little dance to-night. 
Chorus : We'll haye a little dance to-night, &c^ 

I rises at de broke ob day, 
• To take my morning walk, 

I meet my lubly Julian, 

And dis de way we talk ; 
I says, " you are my own true love. 

You are my heart's delight, 
Will you go over de riber dis evening, 
Spoken : What for I 

To have a little dance to-night. 
Chorus : We'U have a little dance to-night, &c 


Written and sung by Charles White. 
De oder day old Jarsey Joe, 
Went out wid Sue de corn to hoe ; 
But he hoed it down wid de toe an heel, 
Till de ground was hard, it not would peeL 

T&pv'LAn sdJfl-GS. 125 

Chorus : I must go to Richmond, 
I must go to Richmond, 
I must go to Richmond, if I can get a chance, 
I must go to Richmond, to see de niggers dance 

f drove to de mill to get some meal-. 
But de mud suck in my ole cart wheel ! 
Den my oxen down in a horse track slip. 
But I pull him out wid a hickory whip. 
I must go to Richmond, &c. 

Den come a painter from de woods. 
He began to tear off my dry goods ; 
Says I, massa wild puss, you my rail. 
So I scratch out his eyes wid my toe nail. 
I must go to Richmond, &c. 

I rode to de riber, my horse to swim, 
I got brushed off wid a poplar limb ; 
I hung to de limb, an hit him such a crack, ; 
Now he looks like a camel wid a hump on hk \ 
back. -^- 

I must go to Richmond, &c. ^^ 

I went a fishing de oder day, 
Into a steamboat down de bay ; 
I jerk my line much harder dan I oughter, 
Aa I pull de steamboat out ob de water. 
I must go to Richmond, &c. 



As sung by Charles White. 

Ohr name de spot and tell me whar. 

That I can find my Rosa dear , 

She promised me only last night. 

To meet me here when de moon shone bright. ' 

Chorus : Sing^, sing away, its our delight 

To work by day, and sing by night; 

Sing de darkies' favorite lay, 

For to-morrow's Rosa's wedding-day. 

When I was young and in my prime. 
There was no darks could get my time 
To hoe de corn an eat hoe cake. 
While Rosa she would passde plate. 

Sing, sing away, &c. 

She had a small wrist with a very good figure. 
Which charmed de heart ob dis ere nigger ; 
But alas ! alas ! my rival came, 
Ole Bull Sam Johnson was his name. 

Sing, sing away, &c. 

He took my Rosa by de hand. 
An led her down to Virginia's land ; 
An when dey got to de ole log house, 
He took my Rosa to be his spouse. 

Sing, sing away, Slq* 


Composed by Dicx Wilsojt. 

Oh ! white folks listen to me, I'll sing to you a 

Ob a gal dat in her beauty far surpassed Miss 

Lucy Long, 
Her hair was shining black sars, and sparkling 

waj her eye, 
When I first saw dat lubly face I thought 

I-d die. 

{Chorvrs) — Oh charming Jenny Lane, 

Oh charming Jenny Lane, 
Who's buried neath de Willow Tree, 
We'll ne'er see her again. 

6ne ebening w^hen de moonbeams was shining 

up above, 
I turn my face to Jenny, and I talk to her ob 

I aX her would she marry me, she MushiLgly 

said yes, 
For dat, upon her own sv/eet lips, I plant a 

lubly kiss. 

{Chorus)^^Oh charming Jenny Lane, 

Oh charming Jenny Lane, 
Who's btiried neath de Willow Tree, 
We'll ne'er ^ee h'^t again. 

128 Y'OPTriiAll ^ONGS. 

For Beben years we happy live, we nebber feel 

a pain, 
So happy did w^ pasi* our live«, myself and 

Jenny Lane ; 
'ut pleasure we can neber hab, widout tis mix'd 

wid pain, 
t war my fate dat I shotjld lose my pretty 
Jenny Lane. 

{Chortis) — Oh charming: Jenny Lane, 

Oh char^ning Jenmy Lane, 
Who's bui'ied neath de Willow Tree, 
We'll ne'er see her again 

De lay her in de cold ground, how sad it make 

me feel, 
De lav her in de grar^-yard, i-ongside ob Lucy 

Neal ; 
Oh pity me, good ladies all, and grant dis prayer 

to me, 
Dat when I'm dead and gone to rest, you'll lay 

me neath dat tree, 

(Chorus) — Whar dey laid Jenny Lane, 
After dat she died ; 
Neath de Weeping Willow Tree 
Oh lay me by her side. 


Composed and Sung by Dick Wjlson. 

darkies come and list to me, a story I will 

About a charming cull'ad gal I lub so long and 

well ; 
She war so tall and slender, and so coal black 

war her hair, 
De prettyest gal ia OIg Kentuck,. was charming* 

Nancy Blaic. 

{Chorus) — Oh charming Nancy Blair, 
Oh charming Nancy Blair, 
De gal I l-jibso long and well. 
Yet lub. bidt ta despair. 

We used to work togeddsr, slose by de ribber 

1 always feel so happy, case Nancy war my 

bride ; 
But massasell Miss Nancy, because he tink she 

And oh how berrv berry bad it make dis darkia 


{Chorus) — OlV charming Nancy Blair, 

Oh charming Nancy Blair, 
De gal I lub so long and well». 
Yet lub buit to desnair 



Miss Nancy by de ribber stood, when massa did 

her sell 
It make her feel so berry bad, dat she in de 

ribber fell ; 
De Board ob Health come dar dat night, to sec 

what caused her death. 
And de verdict ob de jury was, she died for 

want ob breff. 

{Chorus) — Oh charminp; Nancy Blair, 

Oh charming Nancy Blair, 
De G^al I lub so long and well. 
Yet lub but to despair. 


Composed by B. Wilsok. 

On a lone barren shore war de wild roaring 

, Beat h-ard on de beach, and de lotxi winds- do 
^ rave, 

My Mary lies stilJ wid de earth for a pillow, 
i And fond weeping Pompey leana^ ober her 
* grave ; 

De lightnitigs may ^ash and de loud thunders 
J rolk 

Poor Mary she nears dem not, she am fret? 
from all pain 
She am dead, and' she's buried, and her beauti- 
ful 30 ul 
Am up in de clouds, anddey darwill remain. 

Though she's dead and she's buried, de grave 
cannot hold her. 
If you list to me darkies, I'll tell' you why : 
Last- night in my cabin, when it rain'd and i€ 

* So dark war de heavens, so black war de sky. 
Be floor it did open and Mary rose up dar, 
. She look in my face and she dese words did^ 
' Weep, Pompey, weep, for by your jealous deedo- 

My death you have caused,, but now you apa 

1^2 POPtn.AR St)KG!5. 


TuKE— *♦ Dandy Jim." 

Some nig^as cannt^t come de touch. 

When dey would win de female heart, 
Hnr GofTi^le Tom was neher such, 
i)is uigija act de lubber's part ; 
i'\>t' his eye 'tick out a feet or so, 
V/h«n he dance wid de colored lasses 0, 
He t;tri!<e wid de hepi, he strike wid de toe, 
Arid s\veat like c. lump ob roasted snow. 

When he draw de boot upon de shin, 
It set as tight as <ie white oak rind ; 

VVlien he put on boot he grease dc skin, 
And turn up de heel a foot behind. 

For his eye, &c. 

When Go^ojle Toh:! am passing by, 

\yktvi Dinah cet behind de door, 
^le see throug:h de crack de shine ob her eye, 

Beka>« her heart am getting sore. 

For his eye, &c. 

But Goggle Tom hab got a gal, * 

Dat lib in Souf Carolitt-a 'tate. 
Her eye am white as the Meeting-house wall, 
Aed hor i>kii4 a-5 black xis de church-yard gate, 
Vqi his eye, &c. 


She grease her faoe with the possum fat. 
And make her rpose like a bottle shine ; 

Go 'way, nigga gals, wfiat are you at ? 
My gal libs dowh in Caroline. 

For his eye, &c. 

Tune — •* Jim Brown.'' 

I lib down in de holler vvhar de black snake go. 
And I hab a wife dat's blacker dan de crow. 
And we roast 4e hoe cake when de spin's goin 

^Case I am de fattest nigga in de town. 
I go ketch de possum, an my wife fry de fat. 
And I chase de rackoon all round my hat. 
'Case I am de fatte:Jt nigga dat eber you did 

And all the gals of colour turn dar eye up at 

When I go to de city, whar de niggar's jump. 

Den I take de banjo an I gib a thump. 

And <ie niggas gin to hop., wid a haw i haw : 

haw I 
Xase I am de geraman wot lays down de law ; 
And de gals of color^r corals »o the ball, 
I'hillis, Dinan, Susannah, and all. 

^Case I am de fattest nigga, &c 



I go to church a Sunday, an my wife look 'round 
As de Oder ladies squatted on de gound, 
And she turn'd her lip up, case dey neber dresy 
Haff so well as Dinah in her Sunday beyt ; 
She hab a Yellor apron hanging down before. 
And her bustle stick out half a yard or more. 
'Case I am de fattest nigga, &c. 

(Once I say to massa, whar de cane brake grow, 
*I pay you for my freedom if you let me go, 
^And he tell dis nigga dat it neber can be, 
^'Case dat no sum ob mooey worth so much as me 
Den I jump up an holler, ev-en dis ting I hear, 
^nd I stretch my red mouf aoisoss from ear to 

Case I am de fattest ntg§ar&c. 



As sung by the original Dan Emmktt, (in imitation of tbe 
western boatanea,) at White's Melodeou. 

I went down to >'ew Orleans, I tink myself a 

De first place I fotched up was on board de 


Chorus — Whoop, jam-bo-ree ! 
Whoop, jam-bo-ree ! 
Vinegar shoes and paper stockingi:. 
Git up ! ole boss ! 

When I gits on board de boat, de captain look 

aroun' — 
■** O put de niggers heels on shore, dey've got 

de boat aground. 

Whoop, jam-bo-ree, &c. 

Den I look about de boatj to see what I could 

see — 
When de nigger gin to laff, he stopped de she' 


Whoop, jam-bo-ree, &c. 

Den dey punch de fires up, to make de bilew 

burn — 
"De ifigineer he went behind to gib her anudder 


Whoop, jam-bo-ree, &.c. 

1$6 POPULAR S01fG». 

De captain on de biler deck, a scratchin' ob his 
head — 

An* jawing ob dfe deck hand^, a^ heabin* ob de- 
\ Whoop, jam-bo- ree, &.c 

; DeH dey hoist de dish-cloth, and spread it ta 
I de breeze, 

I It floated like de udder haff ob tudder haff a 

Whoop, ,jam-bo-r€e, &c. 

De nigger an de bullgine, dey running in ca- 
hoot — 

De nigger pass de bullgine gwihe, through de 
{jchuite) shoot. 

Whoop, jam-bo-rjee,,&;e. 

I gits upon de cook-house, I call f#r glasa^ ob; 
t De Rigger nearer heaben, den I eber was agib 
Whoop, jam- bo-ree, &CU 



Come, oh ! come with me, 

The m-oon is beaming, 
Come, oh ! come with me^ 
The stars are gleaming ; 
All around, abov«. 
With beauty teeming, 
Moonlight hours 
Are meet for love. 
Fal le lar le lar, fal lar lar lar ! 
Fal le lar le lar, &c. 

Come, oh 1 r^ome with me. 

The moon is beaming, 
Come, oh ! come with me. 

The stars are gleaming. 

My skiff is by the shore. 

She is light and free. 
To ply the feathered oar 

Is joy to me ; 
And as w^e glide along. 

My song shall be. 
My dearest maid, 

I love but thee, 
Fal le lar le lar, fal lar lar lar ! 
Fal le lar le lar, &,c. 

Come, oh ! come with me, kie-. 

popiri^AR scnsfGs. 37 


Love not ! love not ! ye hapless sons of clay, 
Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly 
Things that are made to fade and fall away, 
Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours. 
Love not ! love not ! 

Love not ! love not ! the thing yon love may 

May perish from the gay and gladsome earth. 
The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky, 
Beams on its grave, as once upon its births 
Love not ! love not ! 

Love not ! love not ! the thing you love may 
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you. 
The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange. 
The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true. 
Love not ! love not ! 

Love not ! love not ! oh, warning vainly said, 
In present hours, as in years gone by. 

Love flings a halo round the dear one'e head. 
Faultless, immortal, till they change or die. 
Love not ! love not! 



Young Clem Brown. 

The Colored Fancy Ball. 

Walk in, Joe. 

Rail Road Trabeler. 

Virginia Juba. 

We Live on de Banks ob de 

Ole Bull and Ole Dan Tucker. 
Jim Crow's Ramble. 
De New York Nigger. 
De Ole Hare. 
Sussa Teill. 

The Henpecked Nigga. 
Ob, Sea Bass. 
My skifF is by the shore. 
Do not go away, my lady lub. 
Belle of Baltimore. 
Emma Snow. 
Revolutionary Echoes. 
Faithless Fan. 

ally Weaver. 

n de Darkey's Life you read. 
I'm a King, I'm a King. 
Julius' Bride. 

Ginger's tale of Lub. 
Skiddy, Iddy, Di Do. 
De Poor Nigga Boy. 
De Merry Sleigh Bells. 
Under de shade ob de old 

Gum Tree. 
Come back, Steben. 
The old Pine Tree. 
De 'Skeeters do bite. 
We'll all make a Laugh. 
I'm setting on de rail, Dinah. 
The Dinner Horn. 
Laughing Joe. 
De ole Grey Coon. 
Have a little Dance. 
I must go to Richmond. 
Rosa's Wedding Day. 
Jenny Lane. 
Nancy Blair. 
Mary's Grave. 
Goggle Tom. 
Black Sam. 
Whoop, Jam-bo-ree. 
Come, oh ! come with me. 
Love Not.